After Chang Huan stood still, he looked at the eyes of the man in black, his awe-inspiring eyes, his frost-white lips trembled slightly, as if he was sneering rather than laughing, his slightly swollen hands were behind him, and his face was calm and waveless, but there was no such calm and leisurely atmosphere, like the air was frozen at first glance, and the heart was cold.

"Whoever stands in the way, die."

Chang Huan's eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes turned cold, and his eyes contained frost.

The hand of the man in black holding the knife on the opposite side paused slightly, lowered his eyelids and didn't dare to look directly at Chang Huan, but in a moment, he tightened his grip on the knife, raised his head suddenly, and rushed towards Chang Huan again.

He soared into the air, swirling in the air, and the knife swung out a brilliant curtain of light, like a little star falling from the starry sky, the scimitar swung, and the dazzling knife shot straight up, like a brilliant silver dragon.

......

Machete into the body.

Burst......

Blood gushed up from his throat, spurting out, the man in black's eyes were full of disbelief, he didn't seem to expect to stab the other party so easily, he thought she would dodge.

Chang Huan's injured body has gradually exhausted, although the murderous aura has weakened, but the fierce murderous aura still exists.

She took advantage of the distraction of the man in black, took a step forward, the scimitar completely penetrated her chest, the blood stains on the plain robe looked so dazzling, and the blood stains at the corners of her mouth meandered down, and Chang Huan wiped them away without mind.

The man in black took two steps back with some fear, his hands trembled slightly, and his thick and long eyelashes were attached to his eyelids, making people unable to understand the emotions in his eyes, and he subconsciously took two steps back, a little frightened in his panic.

Chang Huan slowly closed her eyes, she raised her hand that was already covered with blood, clenched the handle of the knife, frowned slightly, and pulled the scimitar out of her body with a bang, she was obviously in so much pain, but she just frowned, and didn't make a sound.

"If you're ruthless, maybe it's done." I don't know how long it took, Chang Huan said this with all her strength, she held a scimitar in one hand, and covered the wound with the other, the blood was like a bubbling stream, constantly bubbling outward.

The bright red blood fell on the snow, fainting, like a red plum standing proudly in the snow, so dazzling, so shocking.

"Just this once, you won't have that much luck next time." Chang Huan raised his scimitar, the tip of the knife pointed at the man in black, his momentum was arrogant, and there was a trace of cold arrogance between his picturesque eyebrows, "If you don't leave, you will have to explain here." ”

The man in black shrank his eyes, as if he was about to come out, he took a step forward uncontrollably, his hand stretched out slightly, but in the end he silently took it back, and after taking a deep look at Chang Huan, he disappeared in front of Chang Huan without looking back. ”

"Ahem......"

Chang Huan's throat was fishy sweet, she couldn't help coughing twice, blood spurted out directly, her eyelids became more and more heavy, the indifference in her eyes gradually faded, only confusion remained, the cold wind whirred in her ears, and what was even more terrifying was that her hands and feet were so cold that she couldn't move, and the severe pain seemed to crush her and break her......

She just fell, the scimitar in her hand fell to the ground, fell into the snow, the hand covering the wound slowly drooped, the voice around her began to weaken, and gradually she couldn't hear a sound, in a trance, she saw Seventeen running towards him, with the eagerness in her eyes that she had never seen before, and that feeling seemed to be ......

What is it?

She didn't know either......

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